The next time
Read my first blog post first if you haven't.
Another late night, he was downstairs in his chair as usual, relaxing with the tv and a bottle, i put it off for days, trying to work up the courage to be more bold. Every time i almost do it i fantasize about it and masturbate instead, then i'm too tired to go down and really do it. But i want it again. So i put on my thinnest shirt, soft cotton, very sheer, and it barely covers my ass. Not ready to let him get to 2nd base yet, so i put on shorts.
He acted cool, but i know he was waiting for me. Once i was in the doorway i could feel my heart beating so fast, was i being crazy? Should i be doing this? Next thing i know i'm walking towards him like a zombie under a spell or something. Did he read my diary? He was almost ignoring me. I said "can i have some of that?" and he said "sure". I slid on to his lap and took the bottle, i put my arm around his shoulder and took a sip. His hand was on my hip, he moved me a little, i was blocking his view of the tv!
I tried to be casual and act like i wasn't trying to do anything other than hang out, which sounds crazy i guess since I was on his lap. I finished the bottle of hard cider and he opened another one, took a sip, and handed it to me, not looking at me at all. I decided this was it. I slipped my ass between his legs making him spread them so i could sit in front of him on the chair with my back resting against him, and my head to the side so he could see his precious tv. I was right where i wanted to be, i'd been dreaming about this for a week or more. Now i just had to figure out how to get his hands onto my tits without putting them there myself. He's not a *********** boy after all.
It was pretty late, and I was pretty tired, i realized i finished another bottle, but i didn't want another so i kept sipping at it anyway. I could feel his cock getting hard, pressed against my ass. I tensed up, but then relaxed, did not want to give the game away. I wanted to grind against it so bad, but used all my will power to pretend i couldn't feel it. The back of my head rested against his right shoulder, i turned my face towards his chest and tucked my head under his chin. That didn't feel natural though, it felt awkward, and i had to pee, so i said i gotta pee, and got up and went to the bathroom. i wanted to look behind so bad to see his bulge, but i didn't.
In the bathroom i wondered if it would be too wierd to go back, or if i should just go to sl eep. But i want more, so i sat back down next to him this time, it's a really wide chair, a love seat they call it. Whoever made it probably never imagined all the things that might happen in it. it was a squeeze, he looked at me a little annoyed, but i curled up putting my feet across his lap and cuddled against him. He put his arm around me, his hand on my shoulder and then down to my upper arm. Smooth move unc. I wanted to put my arms up to yawn but then his hand wouldn't be where it was, so close to my breast, where i wanted it so desperately. I wriggled and snuggled in a little and closed my eyes. His hand was on my chest above and between my breasts. God i wanted to squirm until it was right on one of my tits but i wanted him to do it, to touch me.
He was like a rock, not just his cock, which i couldn't see or feel from how i was sitting, but his self control. I yawned and stretched involuntarily. That was all he needed. Suddenly his hand was on my breast, all casual like. I kept my eyes closed and my head pressed against him trying to keep my breathing even, even though my heart was racing a mile a minute. I realized i was breathing deeply. his hand wasn't moving on my breast, but my boob was moving under his hand with every breath i could feel it brushing against my nipple and breast flesh. I could feel my nipple hardening a little with excitement from the stimulation. Was that going to give the game away? Finally he started ******* my tit, almost absent mindedly. I realised i was getting wet, and glad i wore panties under my little shorts. His hand so slowly stroking my tit, i couldn't stand it, i was afraid i was going to gasp or moan. I have no idea how long it went on for. But it was one of the most intense sexual experiences i've had with a man. I nearly came. Not a word was said. So nothing was really happening. He had me so wound up i would have done anything he said. But he was giving me excatly what i wanted, at just the right pace, he had to have read my diary, or he was reading my mind. I know he wasn't because I was thinking my left tit feels neglected.
Finally i couldn't help it and let out the quietest little whimper. He stopped, let his hand relax across my heaving breast, and then a few moments later, lifted his hand up and gently stroked my shoulder. "Its past your bedtime" he said and kissed my head. I was hoping he'd say we should go to bed. I acted like I was waking up and walked upstairs slowly , my legs feeling like they were going to give out under me until i crawled into my bed and started furiously fingering myself. using one hand to play with my tits trying to recreate the feeling, but it's never exactly the same, as his big hands from above and behind. I imagined his hands working their way to my pussy. Eventually they will, hopefully.
I know now, it is going to happen again, and eventually we'll go further and further. I'm so happy i can't stop smiling.
Another late night, he was downstairs in his chair as usual, relaxing with the tv and a bottle, i put it off for days, trying to work up the courage to be more bold. Every time i almost do it i fantasize about it and masturbate instead, then i'm too tired to go down and really do it. But i want it again. So i put on my thinnest shirt, soft cotton, very sheer, and it barely covers my ass. Not ready to let him get to 2nd base yet, so i put on shorts.
He acted cool, but i know he was waiting for me. Once i was in the doorway i could feel my heart beating so fast, was i being crazy? Should i be doing this? Next thing i know i'm walking towards him like a zombie under a spell or something. Did he read my diary? He was almost ignoring me. I said "can i have some of that?" and he said "sure". I slid on to his lap and took the bottle, i put my arm around his shoulder and took a sip. His hand was on my hip, he moved me a little, i was blocking his view of the tv!
I tried to be casual and act like i wasn't trying to do anything other than hang out, which sounds crazy i guess since I was on his lap. I finished the bottle of hard cider and he opened another one, took a sip, and handed it to me, not looking at me at all. I decided this was it. I slipped my ass between his legs making him spread them so i could sit in front of him on the chair with my back resting against him, and my head to the side so he could see his precious tv. I was right where i wanted to be, i'd been dreaming about this for a week or more. Now i just had to figure out how to get his hands onto my tits without putting them there myself. He's not a *********** boy after all.
It was pretty late, and I was pretty tired, i realized i finished another bottle, but i didn't want another so i kept sipping at it anyway. I could feel his cock getting hard, pressed against my ass. I tensed up, but then relaxed, did not want to give the game away. I wanted to grind against it so bad, but used all my will power to pretend i couldn't feel it. The back of my head rested against his right shoulder, i turned my face towards his chest and tucked my head under his chin. That didn't feel natural though, it felt awkward, and i had to pee, so i said i gotta pee, and got up and went to the bathroom. i wanted to look behind so bad to see his bulge, but i didn't.
In the bathroom i wondered if it would be too wierd to go back, or if i should just go to sl eep. But i want more, so i sat back down next to him this time, it's a really wide chair, a love seat they call it. Whoever made it probably never imagined all the things that might happen in it. it was a squeeze, he looked at me a little annoyed, but i curled up putting my feet across his lap and cuddled against him. He put his arm around me, his hand on my shoulder and then down to my upper arm. Smooth move unc. I wanted to put my arms up to yawn but then his hand wouldn't be where it was, so close to my breast, where i wanted it so desperately. I wriggled and snuggled in a little and closed my eyes. His hand was on my chest above and between my breasts. God i wanted to squirm until it was right on one of my tits but i wanted him to do it, to touch me.
He was like a rock, not just his cock, which i couldn't see or feel from how i was sitting, but his self control. I yawned and stretched involuntarily. That was all he needed. Suddenly his hand was on my breast, all casual like. I kept my eyes closed and my head pressed against him trying to keep my breathing even, even though my heart was racing a mile a minute. I realized i was breathing deeply. his hand wasn't moving on my breast, but my boob was moving under his hand with every breath i could feel it brushing against my nipple and breast flesh. I could feel my nipple hardening a little with excitement from the stimulation. Was that going to give the game away? Finally he started ******* my tit, almost absent mindedly. I realised i was getting wet, and glad i wore panties under my little shorts. His hand so slowly stroking my tit, i couldn't stand it, i was afraid i was going to gasp or moan. I have no idea how long it went on for. But it was one of the most intense sexual experiences i've had with a man. I nearly came. Not a word was said. So nothing was really happening. He had me so wound up i would have done anything he said. But he was giving me excatly what i wanted, at just the right pace, he had to have read my diary, or he was reading my mind. I know he wasn't because I was thinking my left tit feels neglected.
Finally i couldn't help it and let out the quietest little whimper. He stopped, let his hand relax across my heaving breast, and then a few moments later, lifted his hand up and gently stroked my shoulder. "Its past your bedtime" he said and kissed my head. I was hoping he'd say we should go to bed. I acted like I was waking up and walked upstairs slowly , my legs feeling like they were going to give out under me until i crawled into my bed and started furiously fingering myself. using one hand to play with my tits trying to recreate the feeling, but it's never exactly the same, as his big hands from above and behind. I imagined his hands working their way to my pussy. Eventually they will, hopefully.
I know now, it is going to happen again, and eventually we'll go further and further. I'm so happy i can't stop smiling.
8 years ago
